Last evening was the first meeting of the Book Nuts Book Club and it promises to be rewarding, fun, and interesting to read and discuss books with this group. We meet at the Seguin library on the fourth Monday of each month at 7:00 p.m. (join us!).
We have selected books for the months of November and December and there is excitement about reading and then talking about our impressions of the books.
Although I’ve heard great reports and read excellent reviews about our November selection: Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, it has been one those books I have ‘intended’ to read, but did not. I’m looking forward to reading it.
For December we selected The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein (which I have read and is one of those books you can re-read over and over again).
Check out this book club at the library!
Annie Dillard in The Writing Life:
Why would anyone read a book instead of watching big people move on a screen? Because a book can be literature. It is a subtle thing–a poor thing–but our own. In my view, the more literary the book–the more purely verbal, crafted sentence by sentence, the more imaginative, reasoned, and deep–the more likely people are to read it. The people who read are the people who like literature, after all, whatever that might be. They like, or require, what books alone have. If they want to see films that evening, they will find films. If they do not like to read, they will not. People who read are not too lazy to flip on the television; they prefer books. I cannot imagine a sorrier pursuit than struggling for years to write a book that attempts to appeal to people who do not read in the first place.
. . . Why are we reading, if not in the hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?
. . . Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power? What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered? Why does death so catch us by surprise, and why love? We still and always want waking. We should amass half dressed in long lines like tribesmen and shake gourds at each other, to wake up; instead we watch television and miss the show.
Posted on October 27, 2009, in Books, Seguin, Texas and tagged Annie Dillard, book clubs, Book Nuts, books, reading, Seguin, talking about, Texas, The Art of Dancing in the Rain, The Writing Life, Three Cups of Tea. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.